"If this continues, our Shura clan will definitely reach its end soon." At this point, Ruth glanced at Luo Xiaoman again and said lightly: "Perhaps this is a self-salvation given by God to our Shura clan. opportunity."
Regardless of whether Luo Xiaoman is King Shura's agent or not, judging from the current situation, they have only two choices, one is to surrender, the other is to perish!
Instead of choosing to perish, why not believe in this human woman and maybe a miracle will happen
More importantly, she believed in Mo Yuan!
Mo Yuan, I will bet everything on you!
"Very good!" Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and said calmly: "You can rest assured that one day, you will understand the good intentions of King Shura, and the rise of the Shura clan is just around the corner!"
Looking at the confident and calm face of this little guy, the corners of Mo Yuan's lips raised slightly, as if he was back to the past, when he was silently paying attention to Xiao Man from behind. This feeling was still so familiar, and it made him sink.
Suddenly, Mo Yuan hugged Luo Xiaoman and flew away through the air.
"Hey, Master, where are you going?" Ming Chan realized what he was doing and shouted quickly.
"Xiao Ming, I'll leave it to you to arrange the Red Tooth Tribe." Luo Xiaoman's voice came from the distance.
Hearing these irresponsible words, Ming Chan curled his lips, glanced at the stunned Shura, sighed, and said, "Come, let's discuss how to integrate the Chiya tribe."
The cold wind howled, and under the shining sun and moon, Mo Yuan held Luo Xiaoman and traveled through the sky of Shura Dao.
The wind stirred their clothes and hair, but it could not stir the joy in their hearts.
After so many days, they finally reunited!
Soon, Mo Yuan brought Luo Xiaoman to a lake.
This lake is a rare fairyland in Shura Dao, where birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and green trees surround it, just like the beauty of the world.
"Yuan, what kind of place is this? It actually smells a bit like the human world." Luo Xiaoman's face was full of surprise, looking here and there, like a child full of curiosity about the unknown.
However, in front of Mo Yuan, she was just a child, the spoiled little ancestor in Baicheng.
"I decorated this place." Mo Yuan held Luo Xiaoman's shoulder and said softly: "I didn't know when I would be able to come out from here, so I specially arranged this place. I will come when I have nothing to do. Take some time here."
"Humph, Yuan, you do know how to enjoy life." Luo Xiaoman turned around, put his hands on Xiaoman's waist, and looked at Mo Yuan playfully.
Mo Yuan raised his hand and gently scratched Luo Xiaoman's shoulder. His eyes were so gentle, as if he was looking at the most beautiful baby in the world. "Because I have something worth remembering in my heart."
Luo Xiaoman's heart trembled slightly, and then he lay in Mo Yuan's arms, drawing circles on his chest with his fingers. "Yuan, I miss you."
"Yes." Mo Yuan hugged her gently, and his two hearts seemed to be in sync at this moment. In this beautiful scenery, everything was so quiet and comfortable.
Luo Xiaoman gently rubbed his face against Mo Yuan's chest, closed his eyes, smelled the familiar scent, and listened to the familiar voice in his heart, feeling that the impetuousness in his heart had been calmed down.
She raised her eyes slightly and glanced at Mo Yuan's neck. She found that the red mark she had left was still clearly visible, and she felt even more secure.
(End of chapter)